The house is so still tonight
No dust bunnies tumbling down the hall
no children's laughter
or wrappers crinkling on the end table
no children are crying
(It's just me and silence when the refrigerator stops its humming...)
I could hear the heat from the candles burning
feel the pulsing of my red hot blood
know the loneliness of sad heart's yearning
see the wavelength of light that fills this room
smell the burning of a will that's dying
taste the fear within your cold, dark tomb
As I touch the silent sounds of
what there is and what is not
beyond the space that's filled with fright
into the place no sound has won
Where two candles joyously burning
two separate flames across the darkened night
two glorious fires, together
in the symphony of silence, light the night
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